New Year’s Day tomorrow, when a million new runners will be born. Like frog spawn, most won’t survive into February’s tadpole stage, and fewer still will ever know what is to leap between April’s muddy puddles, with the promise of summer to reward their persistence. Runners who fall by the wayside before the end of January will moan about the pain, the hassle, the weather, the effort it takes, the lack of an instant reward and the hurdle of motivation.… READ MORE.... …